The heart-ache, and the thousand front-door knocks
A debtor’s used to:—’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To fail—to smash:—
To smash, perchance to starve; ay, there’s the rub;
For in that bankruptcy what strain may come,
When we have shuffled off this coil of bills,
Must give us pause:—There’s the respect
That makes calamity of commercial life.
For who would bear the slights of those he patronises
The oppressor’s writ, the bailiff’s forced possession,